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"Give."
A porcelain bowl containing ginger soup was handed to the woman.
A dark brown thick soft towel was draped over Lin Lang's head, covering half of her small face, and her appearance was particularly endearing. She seemed to be distracted, and her eyes were out of focus. When she heard the sound, she said "Oh" blankly, and reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl.
What he touched was a warm and generous back of his hand.
She froze for a moment, and was a few beats late to react. She didn't move her hand away immediately, but looked up at the person with her face up.
Mr. Shen brought a towel for Lin Lang as soon as he entered the door, and urged her to take a hot bath. When she came out after washing her hair, Mr. Shen brought out the boiled ginger soup. The whole process was orderly, as if it was arranged according to the timing .
Lin Lang noticed that he only took off his wet coat, but did not change his clothes. The light brown shirt was stained with water, which thinly outlined the outline of his chest. He neatly folded his cuffs, revealing an older wristwatch.
Mr. Shen's appearance is unobtrusive, and belongs to the kind of facial features that are not amazing at first glance, but the more you look at them, the more attractive they are. However, his hands are extremely beautiful, and his fingers are long and thin, like bamboo bones, tall and powerful.
When Lin Lang's hand was on the back of his hand, Mr. Shen remained calm and said calmly, "It's just made, it's hot, don't touch it."
Mr. Shen turned around and went to the kitchen, and brought her another small spoon.
"Go to sleep after drinking."
Uncompromising tone.
He picked up his coat, the corners of which were still dripping. Mr. Shen hung it on his arm casually without raising his brow, and said to Lin Lang, "I have already asked the director for leave. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, you will You don’t need to go to the set, I just go and watch.”
Lin Lang nodded.
Mr. Shen handled the affairs neatly. After conveying the necessary information, he quickly left Lin Lang's residence and got into his car without any muddle.
The moment before stepping on the accelerator, the man's figure froze slightly.
Rarely, he rubbed his eyebrows.
"I still said it..."
Shen Zhou, I don't look like you today.
So impulsive.
Also turned the old bottom upside down.
Mr. Shen's chest rose and fell slightly, and he let out a long breath.
He bent down, and found a box of tobacco from the black storage compartment with unskilled skills. He doesn't like it, but at some point, he has to admit that this thing does have a little intoxicating effect.
Mr. Shen opened the cigarette case, shook it, and bit out a cigarette.
After lighting it a few times, the lighter sizzled, but it didn't light.
His hands are shaking.
Mr. Shen thought to himself, forget it, anyway, the death penalty is not far away, and now it is just a dying struggle and a waste of energy.
He stuffed the cigarette butt back into the box and glanced at the upstairs lights again.
The car drove into the chaotic night and disappeared.
Mr. Shen returned to his apartment at three o'clock in the morning, and when he finished taking a shower, the pointer dropped to four o'clock. He turned on the lamp on the desk, carefully read the script, and confirmed the current shooting trend. With a cup of coffee, he stayed until seven o'clock.
With a general idea in mind, Mr. Shen cleaned the coffee cup, took a cold shower, put on his clothes and rushed to the set.
"Brother Shen, good morning!"
"Brother Shen is here, have you had breakfast?"
"Brother Shen came so early!"
Along the way, the staff greeted each other with a slightly reserved expression.
In front of outsiders, Mr. Shen's demeanor tends to be stern. He has been a teacher for several years, and there is always a seemingly stern aura lingering around him.
"Is Lin Lang alright?"
The director fiddled with the camera equipment while chatting with Mr. Shen familiarly.
"I have a little fever, and I should be fine if I rest for a few days." Mr. Shen replied, "Just in case, I have already made an appointment with a female doctor to see her, and I should know her condition later."
The director clicked his tongue, "Shen Zhou, you really raised her like a daughter."
Mr. Shen corrected, "It is impossible to sink a boat."
The director waved his hand, "I'm used to it, I can't change it. Besides, the name Shen Zhou is catchy, it's weird if you insist on spelling it out."
"My pleasure."
The director choked.
This Shen's skill has improved again.
He and Mr. Shen are college classmates and revolutionary comrades in bunk beds.
In that dormitory of theirs, there lived the school girl and the class girl, but the most popular one was Mr. Shen. This man is a god of learning, born with a scholarly spirit, at first glance he is the type of professor in the Republic of China, restrained, reserved, gentle and dignified.
Mr. Shen was not interested in love. He showed his extraordinary talent in mathematics in his freshman year, and was directly asked by a professor to do experiments. This situation was really rare at that time. Unless they are "absolutely excellent", first-year students are rarely eligible to participate in national projects with this level of confidentiality.
Research projects and publications have become the focus of Mr. Shen's university life.
The boys in the dormitory all agree that Mr. Shen will not eat fireworks in this life, and he can directly ascend to immortality.
Who would have thought that the slap in the face could be done so quickly.
Because of a request from his mentor, Mr. Shen agreed to be a tutor, teaching a girl elementary school mathematics.
At that time, the dormitory people were still resentful, thinking that the professor was overqualified and that Mr. Shen's outstanding talent was wasted.
As a result, Mr. Shen went—
Fucking life and death refused to come back.
Then, under the professor's sad gaze, he gave up his postgraduate study and recommendation, and went to a private school to become an ordinary math teacher.
Nobody knows why.
The director doesn't know why.
Probably geniuses are always different from ordinary people, and their ideas are also very capricious.
Mr. Shen is a master of emotions, and he hides them very well.
Just like now, the director couldn't figure out how could the eldest son of the Shen family, who had a big family and a great career, be so hard-pressed to become a small assistant? He remembered that Mr. Shen was not interested in the fields of performance and entertainment.
"But speaking of daughter—" the director stared, "Shen Zhou, you are thirty-six this year, not sixteen or twenty-six. You should get married, right? If you take the initiative, your child will be able to play soy sauce!" "
The director also broke the heart of a Chinese cabbage for his friend.
He has a good relationship with everyone in the Shen family, especially Shen's mother. If he came to the door, Shen's mother would have to use the excuse of caring for him to inquire about her son's latest movements every time.
"No rush." Mr. Shen was very calm, "Male fertility has nothing to do with age."
The director almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Mr. Shen's explanation reveals the contempt of the king whose IQ is crushed.
Can we still have a nice chat
In this way, you came and I went back and forth several times. In the end, the director was defeated by Mr. Shen's invulnerability and invulnerability to all poisons, and went to work in despair.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief today.
I don't know why, but the director has become so obedient today, he even cowardly yells at others.
The atmosphere on the set is strange and harmonious.
The director thought to himself, it would be great if Mr. Shen had a weakness.
At this moment, Mr. Shen’s weakness was looking at him in panic.
She was clutching the corner of the dress with her hands interlaced, and was about to take it off, revealing a slender and soft waist. The belly is snow-white, like the plump skin of glutinous rice balls, with a small pearl embedded in the shallow dimple in the middle.
"Feel sorry."
"Boom—"
Mr. Shen closed the door expressionlessly.
Sure enough, it was careless.
He thought she was still lying down and wanted her to get up and have some porridge, but he didn't expect to meet such an embarrassing scene.
"I, I can do it."
A thin voice came from the crack in the door.
He is extremely sensitive to emotions, and he can hear a bit of timidity from it.
After all, it's still alive.
Once he said it, he knew that such a day would come.
He thought that in her eyes, he should not be a trustworthy teacher, nor a reliable subordinate, but a man who had been lurking by her side for sixteen years with evil intentions.
But-
Hitting the south wall is true.
It's true that you don't want to go back.
But what's the use
useless.
If you don't like it, you don't like it.
She can fall in love with a little furry child at first sight, but she will not fall in love for a long time because of his company.
The most unreasonable thing in this world is love.
Even if he has a smart and good brain, he can't do anything. This is not a math subject, he cannot use formulas to speculate, estimate, and then test out the perfect answer.
An inaudible sigh stuck in his throat, Mr. Shen's voice was as flat as ever, "I brought some porridge, if you are hungry, come out and eat some."
Lin Lang hummed and opened the door.
In the living room, Mr. Shen tore open the packaging bag, took out the porridge box and put it on the table.
He bought it at the small porridge shop she often goes to, and specifically asked the boss not to put onions. For so many years, he only knew the habits of one person like the back of his hand.
The sofas in the living room were placed facing each other, and Lin Lang sat on the other side with her head lowered, never looking at him from beginning to end.
"sorry."
A male voice broke the deadlock first.
Lin Lang bit the corner of her lip, pressing out a deep red mark.
"You didn't apologize to me."
Mr. Shen shook his head.
"From a legal point of view, I had unlawful thoughts about an underage little girl. Even if I didn't commit a crime, I did have some romantic thoughts that shouldn't be. And, from a realistic point of view, I should be considered a Pervert, because of his own selfishness, he wanted to see you all the time, so he became your teacher."
His purpose of being a teacher is not pure, and she feels that it is normal to be afraid.
"I'm sorry, without permission..."
Mr. Shen rubbed his cuffs.
"love at first sight."
After speaking, the atmosphere fell into unspeakable stagnation again.
Mr. Shen was silent for a moment, and pulled out a letter from his pocket. It was wooden and brown, with simple elegance, just like his own style.
"This is my resignation letter, and the liquidated damages are also in it. You can read it when you have time. If there is no problem, I will leave at the end of this month."
He pointed at the envelope with both fingers, speaking in a normal tone.
"Leave? Where are you going?"
Lin Lang put down the spoon, looking a little embarrassed.
Mr. Shen took a deep look at her.
As if the light of a cloud suddenly blew out, for a moment, the turbulent emotions were calmed down.
"Where to, I don't know, it should be as far away from you as possible."
He raised his hand, gently pinching the glasses frame with his thumb and middle finger.
The fine strands of hair fell lazily from it.
Without the cover of the lens, the sharpness and sharpness in the man's eyes were instantly revealed, and the air was filled with a sense of oppression.
He took a long breath and said quietly, "The current Shen Buzhou is a treasure to you. Maybe for a long time, you will treat me with anxiety, wondering if I have crazy thoughts. For a long time , in such a tense situation, your spirit will not only become weak, but your body may cause some trouble."
This is not the fate of a little girl he likes.
"But there is one thing I want you to understand."
Mr. Shen breathed lightly, like a calm wind passing by his ears.
"My liking is just liking. I have passed the most vigorous puberty, and I will not be like a child, who must get an answer from you before giving up. It's okay if you want it, or you don't want it, or you'd better forget it .”
He paused and said, "I'm fine."
He knew, always knew.
Consensus is actually not much.
There are more people like him in this world, wishful thinking, head-on death, out of control.
Then, life is over.
He accepts his fate.
I have recognized it for sixteen years, and it is not bad for this lifetime.